#it is untitled no more!

[cj-the-random-artist]

I let them get friendship married so Narinder can get his tax benefits lol

But legitimately. I mulled this one over repeatedly for literal months. Like. Do I want them to get married in front of the cult? Should they even get married? It would be hilarious if the Goat married them and then cried at the altar the whole time, but also... that doesn't feel right, so maybe I won't do that. And then once I decided it should be a personal friendship-marriage ritual where it's just the pair of them making vows to each other, I wrote four different scripts and hated them all and ended up just pulling this one out of thin air pretty much on the spot and that was that. At one point, I wanted Lambert to basically suggest this idea and then have them get friend-married on the spot, but that didn't feel right (and it was also gonna be unreasonably long) so that's why there's no context going into this one. And the actual friend-marriage ritual is... maybe not the best designed one ever? I wanted it to in some ways be similar to like, the way I imagine a romantic marriage happening in the cult- the parties exchange vows and do rings and stuff...? (If it's not obvious, I haven't been to many weddings...) But I figured they wouldn't want an audience, or to party with the whole cult afterwards, or anything like that. I also had them kiss each other's rings as opposed to like... faces... because one of the fights I had with myself in deciding how I would want this to go was whether it would make sense for them to kiss or not. And I ultimately decided that in this AU at least they just wouldn't want to. They're also wearing the rings on their not ring fingers cuz. Honestly it just felt right that way. Based on vibes. But basically I just wanted them to exchange a vow of eternal partnership in a very casual, chill setting, because I don't picture QPR AU Narilamb doing... anything other than that.

Also this is the rest of Lambert's office, which I actually had a pretty clear vision for after my last doodle but I didn't really bother to draw before starting this comic. Maybe I should've but eh it looks good enough. Interior backgrounds are hard......

Anyways. I think I'm happy with this one? I was enamored by the concept of a chill friendship marriage, so I definitely leaned into it here. As per usual, it's not perfect, I think I could've done a lot of stuff better / differently, but honestly?? If I were to ever get friend-married I would want it to go about like this, it makes my little aroace heart happy, and I spent too long on it to not show it to anybody. Thus. Enjoy, and also happy new year cuz I totally forgot to make a post individually about that...

[eliounora]

the ghost of an old king

[kiitoskiitos]

main characters of a comic I'm hoping to dedicate a lot of my time to this year

[lockssteps]

[starrysharks]

inspiration for freaks (freakspiration)

[what-eats-owls]

As an aspiring writer (who is very inspired by and loves your work) I was curious how drawing/sketching plays a role in your writing/brainstorming process (if any)?? Do the two processes work together, separately, etc?

This is so lovely! Writing and drawing have always been rather entangled for me, and you'll know I've reached a sustainable wage in royalties the day I announce a graphic novel, haha.

Drawing is always a part of my brainstorming process, helping me nail down both the spirit and the detail of characters, worlds, even story tone. The easiest example is when I was struggling to pin down Vanja's character in Little Thieves, as I saw her initially as a more sophisticated and cold femme fatale type of con woman. Then, while I was thinking about the curse scene, my brain dished up this particular comic sequence, and the rest was history:

Drawing and writing feed each other as I'm developing a story/world/etc, and drawing can be just as meditative and productive as, y'know, listening to music in the shower and Thinking About Situations. Moreover, art and drawing really help you stay curious in different ways—it's easier to draw something when you roughly understand how it works!—and builds your observational skills, which are critical to bringing a story to life.

And I hope you've noticed that nowhere in here did I say you have to be good at drawing, because you don't. The real treasure is the curiosity, observation, and perspective you gain along the way. (And it's no coincidence that AI can't teach you those.)

[jennicatzies]

Sat down and stared into nothing for a while. Hello? You did not need to cook so hard. I'm actually feeling so bad for both maria and hamilton rn. Could not imagine having to do something like that, again, and again, and again (and then the whole world thinks you did it willingly but you didn't you promise you didn't want it but nobody believes you because why would they why would you be in a situation like this if you did not want it, doesn't even matter you need to act like it never happened) with no way out. Cann we pretty please get some fluff on top of all this angst, maybe a lil sketch of burr doing his best to comfort hamilton during the room where it happens?

They're trying to not act up too hard. Burr's just letting Ham squeeze him. To calm down. And trying not to react all too much jfbfnfn

I apologize for the pain I just dropped earlier. God. o(-( Have some,,, vague floof for compensation.

[Since they don't. Want to risk acting up too much. Ham is squeezing Burr's sleeve/arm to calm down. Burr lets it happen and also tries to not react . Yay...???]

[bergoose]

it's a haunted day at watcher hq and you are a terrified bergoose

alt versions under the cut bc im indecisive as fuck

[kerizaret]

I think it would be funny if someone ever accidentally played untitled on shuffle while listening to music and got randomly kidnapped to the sekai

[aufi-creative-mind]

[ZELDA CREATORS] Look at all of these Cuccos. ft. Kaepora and Goosedorf.

I can finally show all what I was up to for most of January since returning from Japan. All month, it is just me drawing BIRBS for the Zelda Creators' February Banner. The setting theme was OoT Kakariko Village.

Originally, Kaepora Gaebora was my only contribution to the Banner. But then, I got a little silly and then started drawing Cuccos...and more Cuccos...until Goosedorf appeared because why not!

Please enjoy these birbs!

[cj-the-random-artist]

Be it as it may that I've spent the last few weeks very very very much itching to make comics but. Alas. I am. Under the weather, to put it lightly and I have been for a while so. I attempted to scratch the comics itch by making actual references for the (yet unnamed) silly au versions of Narinder and Lambert so that when I do return to making comics I have good references for them (I should probably make some for like the Bishops and like some other canon characters and maybe some followers but I'll do it later it's fine)

Gonna add a read more with their individual refs with some of the layers of these outfits and some bonus notes. I would've done more stuff for these but it's fine it's a future me task-

Pls enjoy these, have a good one y'all :D

[writeforfandoms]

Here, have an untitled drabble thing. Yes, I had a specific character in mind when I wrote it. Feel free to guess. (Technically I wrote it for CoD but I think it's vague enough that my Pedro peeps could read it too.)

Warnings: Allusions to sexual activity, swearing, intentionally vague, gender neutral reader.

Word count: 355

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You had trained yourself to quiet as a teenager. It was easier - easier to fade into the background, to avoid detection, to paste on a smile and keep your heart quiet and close so nobody had cause to look closer. 

That method had lasted you for years. You were silent in your pain, keeping your reactions as small and quiet as you could. You didn't scream when scared, didn't give yourself away. Even in pleasure, you stayed quiet, focused on sensation rather than noise. 

Which worked well in college. No embarrassing questions for you, thanks much. 

Once in the habit, you just… never stopped. Sure, you'd swear at a stubbed toe, but never more than that. In a way, you were proud of your quiet.

But you got used to people looking at you, and not seeing. Taking the image you put forth at face value and not digging deeper. 

That changed with him. 

He saw you. Every time. You could try to downplay your pain, your joy, your sorrow. He saw all of it. He didn't make you explain. Didn't ask you to change. 

Just held you when you needed it. Murmured encouragement into your neck as his hips met yours. Pulled you into his side when you were out, having memorized every sign of distress from you. 

To be so seen was… intoxicating. Strange. Frightening, sometimes. 

But you couldn't pull back. Couldn't leave. Not when he looked at you like… like… 

Like you were something precious. Special. 

You kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to realize that, really, you were nothing special. 

The one time you expressed such quiet doubts to him, he just pulled you onto his lap and let you hide your face against his shoulder. 

He loved you the way you were. Reassured you that he didn't need you to perform for him, didn't want you to change. Just wanted you to be comfortable. 

That comfort gave you a safety net you hadn't even realized you'd been missing until you had it again. 

Neither of you left that spot on the couch for a long time. 

[sailforvalinor]

Okay how about Harry x Luna with...decorating for Christmas!

Quick note: this is set within my fix-it AU, where Harry’s parents are alive, and he has a younger brother.

Harry was livid. It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar feeling—his mood could swing to “unexplainable rage” at the drop of a hat these days. It seemed to always bubble at a low simmer below the surface, waiting to boil over at the slightest provocation.

That day’s culprit was his dad, who, despite having spent every waking moment at the Ministry these past few weeks, was being uncharacteristically tight-lipped on how the search for the escapees from Azkaban was going, dodging Harry’s every question with a practiced ease that he usually only reserved for evading questions about birthday surprises. Harry had somehow managed not to explode at him, but the same couldn’t be said of Walburga Black’s wall sconce, which suddenly shattered and rained glass all over the sitting room’s sofa.

His dad hadn’t said a word—his gaze looked from the broken glass to Harry, an unspoken apology in his worried eyes. Harry had looked away, still too angry to speak, and left the room before he blew up anything else.

He strode through the hallways, ignoring the more cheery voices coming from the different parts of 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn’t want to hear any of it. Outside. He needed to be outside. He quickly made his way towards the front door—

—and nearly plowed over Luna Lovegood in the entry hall.

He stumbled, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her, as well as himself. “Whoa! Luna. Hi,” he said breathlessly.

Luna, for her part, didn’t look the least bit bothered by almost being run over by a lanky fifteen-year-old. “Hello, Harry,” she said brightly.

Harry, suddenly realizing he was still holding her shoulders, quickly dropped his arms. “Um. Hi,” he repeated stupidly. Why did he say that? “Sorry about that. Didn’t see you there.”

“That’s alright,” Luna said. Harry noticed, looking down at her, that she seemed to have colored her eyelashes—the set on her right eye red, her left eye green. What was that…mascara? He wasn’t sure. “People don’t see me when I’m right in front of them all the time,” Luna was saying. “But most of them don’t apologize for it.” She smiled. “That was very nice of you.”

“Um….right,” Harry said uncertainly. He was never quite sure if Luna was completely unaware of when people were rude to her, or if she just consciously decided to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Luna studied him. “Are you alright, Harry?” she asked. “You look a little pinched. Right—“ she pointed between Harry’s eyebrows, nearly touching his forehead “—there. And here.” She tapped each of his shoulders.

Harry quickly smoothed his features, realizing he was still carrying his frustration with his dad. He hadn’t even realized he was tensing his shoulders. He relaxed them. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks, Luna. What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Ginny invited me for Christmas,” Luna explained. “It’s usually just me and Dad, you know…I haven’t spent Christmas with other people since my mum died.” She suddenly looked a little anxious. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah, it’s great!” Harry said, surprised by how genuinely he meant it. “My mum and Mrs. Weasley are making a huge Christmas dinner, you’ll love it. And you can try out the twins’ enchanted poppers they’ve been working on, and you can meet my uncles—well, you’ve met one of them, my Uncle Remus—and you can help us figure out if my Uncle Sirius’ secret girlfriend is real.” He was babbling. Why was he babbling? Luna didn’t look the least bit perturbed, but Harry still felt like an idiot. Just to change the subject, Harry looked down at the bag Luna was holding. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, I brought decorations,” Luna explained, holding open the bag. Inside, Harry saw crocheted garlands—none of them Christmas-colored, like Harry expected, but all of them cool blues and purples and pinks. They had strange objects woven into them that Harry couldn’t identify—beads? Nuts? He wasn’t sure. Regardless of their oddity, they still were pretty, in a way.

“They’re not just to look pretty,” Luna said. “An old house like this is bound to be filled with all sorts of things. These ward off—“

“—nargles?” Harry asked.

“Wrackspurts,” Luna said seriously.

The thought of Luna hanging up wrackspurt-preventative garlands in Walburga Black’s austere parlor suddenly made Harry laugh in a way he didn’t realize he needed—oh, that portrait was going to have a fit over this.

Luna looked at him curiously. “You think they’re funny?”

“No, no, I don’t,” Harry assured her. “I think they’re brilliant.”

They held each other’s gaze then—for a bit too long. Harry felt very strange. She was nice, Luna. Very nice.

Harry cleared his throat. “Um, I think Ginny’s down that way,” he said awkwardly, pointing towards the parlor door.

“Alright. Thank you, Harry.” With a vague smile, Luna floated down the hall and into the parlor.

Harry watched her go, and realized he had a vague smile of his own to match hers. He felt very odd, and oddest of all, he could barely recall what he’d been so angry with his dad about. Yeah…very odd.

A loud clearing of the throat broke Harry from his reverie, and he looked over to see Monty leaning against the front door, arms crossed, with the most annoying of amused expressions on his face. He realized stupidly that he must’ve been the one to let Luna inside in the first place. And had been standing there the whole time.

His brother was clearly trying desperately not to laugh. “What was that?” he asked innocently.

“Nothing,” Harry said too quickly.

Monty raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” Harry snapped.

[eldritch-muppetshow]

continued fairly oddposting abt a hypothetical take on fairy!timmy bc that post re-sparked sth in my brain

i feel like another interesting route that could go (though to be clear, i don’t see the live-action trilogy as canon to a new wish— in my headcanon for this scenario, timmy wished himself into a fairy for Personal Crisis Over Growing Up reasons and jorgen didn’t take issue for one reason or another) is fairy!timmy having a dynamic w his hypothetical godkid that’s basically the reverse of dev and peri’s relationship.

his godkid just wants relatively normal, grounded wishes, and would never think to misuse magic— instead, it’s timmy who encourages them to go bigger, more over-the-top, and more indulgent with their wishes, and has no issue with pointing out the loopholes in da rules/jorgen’s words. he’s not evil/intentionally manipulative to be clear, but i can kind of see him seeing his godkid as a way to vicariously relive his childhood.

he’s not without his good qualities though, i can also see him as the type to immediately pick up on when his godkid is being mistreated bc of his own godawful childhood and encourage them not to let people bully them. he’s someone who encourages his godkid to have fun with magic and think outside the box, which could very well be what a kid needs

(idk if i picture his godkid being hazel or not, but i’m leaning towards his godkid just being an oc/background character so his hypothetical reunion with cosmo and wanda could feel more organic)

[gay-jewish-bucky]

so bestie @mieczyhale is making me (even more!) amazing art, and i just had to make some quick edits for him too (this time matching their blog title, with a fun pun❤️)

untitled goose game: the reliable mace

if you come near the people they love, be prepared to lose your kneecaps to this bad boy (gender neutral) and his melee weapons

and i would be remiss without adding a pride icon variation that truly captures their wonderful chaotic` essence❤️

[eusuntgratie]

y'all got me on a ROLL with alex/raf i'm so happy 🎉🎉

thank you for the tags @firstprincehornyramblings @basil-bird @taste-thewaste @cha-melodius @doublecheekedkinard

“You fucker! I was almost done!” Alex crows. He turns and makes a grab for the laptop. Raf stuffs it behind the couch cushion. He tries to shove Alex back and Alex surges forward and suddenly Alex is half in his lap and his face is so, so close and his eyes have gone wide and his lips are so pretty, inches away from Raf’s.  Before he knows what’s happening Alex is kissing him. Later Alex will say that Raf kissed him. Raf thinks that Alex moved first but honestly maybe he did he doesn’t know all he knows is that Alex’s lips are soft and he tastes like whiskey and chocolate and he makes a delicious little whimpering sound into Raf’s mouth and melts under his touch and Raf shouldn’t let himself want this but he really, really does. 

no pressure tagging (either for words or just to see) @sheepywritesfics @softboynick @heysweetheart-writes @bigassbowlingballhead @faketrex

@sparklepocalypse @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @ninzied @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n

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